Need for Urban Supreme

Chapter 370 Another faction

Qin Yan scratched his head and thought to himself:
Your hexagram is right!I came at four o'clock in the morning.If your hexagram is more accurate, I won't have to wait for two hours.

"Senpai, what do you want from me?"

"Master Zhao, besides the inheritance of ghost craftsmen in Jiuyao's tomb, what other ghost craftsman inheritances do you know?"

Ghostsmith inheritance is also divided into genres.

Just like the current Taijiquan, there are Chen style, Yang style, Sun style, Wu style and many other schools.

Zhao Zishen thought for a while, stroked his gray beard and said, "During the Republic of China, there was a family named Zhang. Their family was a craftsman who specialized in making coffins. Later, they moved to our Baoshi city. After that, there was no news about it!"

Qin Yan felt that Zhao Zishen's words were equivalent to talking in vain.

How can I find it if there is no news.

"But I know his ancestral house, maybe I can find the inheritance of the ghost craftsman from his ancestral house!"

Hearing this sentence, Qin Yan was shocked.

Just now he thought Zhao Zishen's words were nonsense, but he didn't expect that what Zhao Zishen said earlier was to elicit the following sentence.

"It's just that their ghost craftsmen cannot be compared with Zhuge's lineage, Luban's lineage, and Zhu family's lineage. At best, they are only a small school."

Luban created the ghost craftsman. He dabbled in a wide range of fields, including not only carpenters and stonemasons, but also painters, gardeners and so on.

Although Zhuge Liang is not as extensive as Lu Ban, he has carried forward the classification of carpenters, stonemasons, and blacksmiths among ghost craftsmen, and even designed ghosts and gods such as Huarong Dao and Wooden Niu Liuma.

Back then when Shu State was at its weakest, it beat Wei State to the brim, and it was inseparable from Zhuge Liang's ghost craftsman.

As for Zhu Youxiao, the carpenter emperor of the Zhu family, he was even more of a genius.

His achievements among carpenters have reached a higher level, even Zhuge Liang can't compare.

"It doesn't matter! As long as you can find it!"

Qin Yan only needs one inheritance now.

No matter how bad this inheritance is, as long as Qin Yan learns it, he can learn by analogy, and even learn from other schools of ghost craftsmen.

"That's good! When you have time, I'll take you there!"

"We'd better go now!"

Qin Yan thought of Li Tianba in his heart, for fear that Li Tianba would encounter danger in the tomb.

Zhao Zishen nodded: "Benefactor, wait a moment, I'll go and settle down my grandson."

Qin Yan responded and stood at the door waiting for Zhao Zishen.

After a while, Zhao Zishen came out.

The two of them took a taxi and went straight to Xiangxie Huati, and drove another Mercedes-Benz in the house to Zhang Jiazu's house.

The Maybach is useless on the highway, and now Qin Yan can only drive two other cars.

After more than an hour, Qin Yan and the others came to the countryside of Wang County, Baoshi.

There is a Zhangjia Village here, and 70.00% of the people in the village are surnamed Zhang.

Zhang's ancestral house is located in Zhangjia Village.

When Qin Yan parked the car at the gate of Zhang Jiazu's house, he saw many people standing at the gate.

After getting out of the car, Qin Yan heard noises inside.

One of the voices was quite loud and very familiar, it seemed to be Zhang Di's voice.

Qin Yan was very surprised and couldn't figure out why he heard Zhang Di's voice here.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yan made a clever move, thinking to himself:
Could it be that Zhang Di is from this village?

Zhang Di's surname is Zhang, and Zhang Di's hometown is in Wang County.

Pushing aside the crowd, Qin Yan walked into the courtyard and saw that the courtyard was full of people.

There were four people standing in the middle of the yard, one was an old man with his back bent, his hands folded behind his back, he looked like a cadre.

One is a Taoist priest. He is wearing Taoist robes, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, a whisk on his left arm, and a short goatee. He looks quite fairy-like.

But Qin Yan knew that anyone who dressed up like this was probably a liar.

The third one is Zhang Di. He is very excited at the moment, his face is flushed, and he doesn't know what to say to the old man with his back bent.

The fourth person was a middle-aged woman with red eyes and crying.

"Meng Jiao, let me tell you, this is the ancestral hall of our Zhang family. If you dare to mess around, I'll never end with you!"

Zhang Di rolled up his sleeves and said loudly.

"Zhang Di, you little doll! Why are you so ignorant? Daoist Tianqiong said just now that your ancestral house has been left unused for too long, and evil spirits have been produced. It must be demolished, otherwise the villagers will continue suffer."

The village head, Meng Jiao, said calmly, much calmer than Zhang Di.

"Meng Jiao, you are clearly bullying our orphans and widows!"

Zhang Di was so angry that he yelled and cursed, and he almost raised his fist to make a move.

It turned out that Zhang Di was not from a rich family. Like Qin Yan, his family was from the countryside.

But in order to make his classmates look up to him, he pretended to be a rich second generation.

The village chief, Mengjiao, has been doing evil and coveting Zhang Di's fucking beauty.

But Zhang Di's mother never followed, so Meng Jiao came up with a poisonous plan to demolish the Zhang family's ancestral house by borrowing the theory of ghosts.

Originally, 30.00% of the people in Zhangjia Village were related to Zhang Di and his family, but Meng Jiao was a bully village head.

He was in the village and almost slept half of the women in the village.

This half of the women, mostly because their husbands were working outside, they couldn't get rid of their loneliness, so they followed Mengjiao half-heartedly.

There were also some who were unwilling, but they were all raped by Meng Jiao who climbed into the wall at night.

There were also several men who went to Meng Jiao to settle accounts before, but one of them was beaten and disabled by Meng Jiao's son.

After that, no one dared to look for it again.

Some people went to the county to complain, but Meng Jiao's son and son-in-law were officials in the county, so no one received them.

"Little boy, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately! I did this for the sake of the villagers! Don't you think so?"

Meng Jiao said while looking at the people around him.

Some thugs in Mengjiao immediately shouted: "Yes! Village Chief Meng is doing something for us!"

Some people who were afraid of Mengjiao's influence also followed suit, and there were many people surnamed Zhang among them.

There were also some people who were unwilling to help the tiger, but when Meng Jiao looked at them, they could only agree with him.

"Have you heard, this is everyone's voice!"

"you……"

Zhang Di clearly knew that Meng Jiao was talking nonsense, and the villagers agreed because they were afraid of Meng Jiao, but there was nothing he could do.

"Zhang Di, Daoist Tianqiong will cast a curse tonight, and tomorrow I will invite someone to help you demolish the house. Don't worry, I won't let your family pay a penny."

What Meng Jiao said was sincere, and people who didn't know the actual situation thought Meng Jiao had good intentions.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Jiao changed the subject: "However, the dismantled bricks, doors and windows may be confiscated. They all belong to the state!"

Hearing Meng Jiao's words, Zhang Di was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He couldn't understand the meaning of confiscation, which was to put it in Meng Jiao's personal pocket.

The brick doors and windows of the ancestral house are worth more than 2 yuan even if they are sold as second-hand goods.

But Meng Jiao spent more than 1 yuan to demolish his house at most, which is equivalent to Meng Jiao earning [-] yuan inside and outside.

In the village, Meng Jiao didn't do this kind of fake public affairs.

"you dare!"

Zhang Di was so angry that the veins on his face twitched violently, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Meng Jiao pretended to be helpless, patted Zhang Di on the shoulder, sighed and said, "Zhang Di, I understand your feelings. But there is no way to do this, so you can do it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Meng Jiao turned around and left.

　Fourth, ask for a monthly ticket, monthly ticket, monthly ticket, and say important things fifty times.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)